Chapter 15: 0015 Dentures and the Primary Battery

Zheng Ren's words were transmitted intact by the transmission system to the demonstration classroom and played back.

"He's simply outrageous!" Director Liu finally caught onto a tiny flaw and shouted.

"Director Liu, are you annoyed into anger?" Old Director said with a smile: "Zheng Ren is just joking, not joking with you, why are you making such a atmosphere?"

"As a rigorous surgeon, such an irresponsible joke, if spread, how could that be acceptable!" Director Liu began to nag repeatedly.

Old Director had the upper hand, his verbal attacks were effortless, and he immediately shifted the topic from the incision-less appendectomy to misdiagnosis in the General Surgery Department.

A barrage of verbal attacks directly drove Director Liu out of the demonstration classroom, fleeing in defeat.

【Even performing an appendectomy requires continuous suturing with non-damaging absorbable thread—is this showing off all-around flawless surgical technique?】

In Xinglin Yuan, the barrage covered the full screen.

For the doctors watching the live broadcast, the surgery was already over the moment the irrigation began.

【Of course, diagnosing an ectopic appendix is difficult; to diagnose it without hesitation and have the confidence to livestream, I guess it must be Teacher Zhang from Xiehe Hospital.】

【Impossible, Teacher Zhang would never livestream a surgery.】

Among the barrage of people shouting 666, there were mixed guesses about the operator.

But no matter what, all the guesses were full of respect for the operator. This was a flawless surgery, completely suitable as a textbook demonstration surgery.

The livestream in Xinglin Yuan had no audio, so many doctors didn't hear Zheng Ren say that he could perform an incision-less appendectomy.

Zheng Ren cut the suture line, surgery completion 100%, perfect!

Zheng Ren changed his clothes, returned to the General Surgery Department, and Old Director gave him a big thumbs up.

The old director expressed his joy in an outdated way; this was praise for Zheng Ren and also acknowledgment.

However, the faces of the colleagues in the General Surgery Department were somewhat gloomy, and their gazes at Zheng Ren appeared strange and distant.

"Let me take you to eat and rest a bit." Old Director happily patted Zheng Ren's shoulder and pulled him away.

But Zheng Ren didn't need to eat or rest; he keenly noticed that the transparent screen in the upper right of his field of vision seemed to have become clearer after the surgery.

He needed to confirm one matter, a matter of life and death.

Having refused the invitation, Old Director's gaze at Zheng Ren flickered a little. In the end, he could only pull Xie Yiren to go "casually" get a bite to eat.

Zheng Ren returned to the Emergency Department, opened his phone, and ordered a plate of chive and egg stuffed dumplings.

While the delivery rider still had twenty minutes to arrive, Zheng Ren lay on the bed in the Emergency Department male on-call room, closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered the System Space.

It was still the same scene he saw when he first arrived; if there was any change, it was that the colors were constantly shifting.

Upon first entering the System Space and being tasked with completing ten perfect-level surgeries, the System Space seemed covered in the dust of ages.

But now, the colors seem to have recovered somewhat, and here there is a hint of vitality.

The Skill Tree underwent a huge change, jumping directly from a high-level skill of 330 points to an expert-level skill of 1005 points.

Is this the result of the training? I actually became strong here? Zheng Ren couldn't believe it, his heart filled with joy.

"Is anyone there?" Zheng Ren shouted loudly.

He received no response.

What a strange system—does it not communicate with its host at all? Right off the bat it tells him that if he fails the mission, he bears the consequences; truly lacking in emotional intelligence.

Zheng Ren muttered a few complaints, found no clues, and then returned to reality.

Not that he gained nothing; Zheng Ren guessed the system had run out of energy and needed some way to "recharge".

And that way is for him to perform a perfect-level surgery himself.

For a doctor, this brainstorm is a bit big, but Zheng Ren couldn't find any other reasonable explanation.

Fortunately, today got off to a good start; the first surgery was a high-difficulty ectopic appendix plus acute suppurative appendicitis.

Most importantly, Zheng Ren confirmed that his General Surgery Department level had reached expert level. This undoubtedly gave a junior attending physician greater and more confidence.

Hopefully a few simple appendicitis cases will come; Zheng Ren doesn't want to walk a tightrope risking his life—first preserving his own life is most important.

The colleagues in the Emergency Department gradually began to resist Zheng Ren's arrival.

Those sent to the Emergency Department are all slackers—either their original department said they don't want anything, or they came hoping to work a 24-hour shift and rest 3-5 days.

If the Emergency Department were to set up an emergency surgery room, would that mean everyone would be busier? Would the responsibility be greater?

The doctors here are around forty years old; if they themselves are willing to be slackers, no one can change that, and even Old Director Pan, such a strong old military doctor, is no exception.

However, these are not things Zheng Ren needs to worry about; he just needs to patiently wait for the next appendicitis patient to arrive.

Night fell, and the Emergency Department began to get busy.

Traffic accidents, drunken fights, overeating causing acute gastrointestinal inflammation, cerebral hemorrhage after drinking, myocardial infarction, etc. —patients appeared one after another, yet there was no acute appendicitis patient.

Zheng Ren felt somewhat helpless; surely he wouldn't pray for Haicheng to have more appendicitis patients just to save his own life.

Xie Yiren went home first; before leaving, she left her phone number and WeChat for Zheng Ren, telling him to call her if he had surgery.

After helping Yuan Li treat a few minor wound sutures, Zheng Ren cleaned the unpacked items, just walked out of the operating room, and the internal medicine on-call doctor, wearing a helpless expression, grabbed Zheng Ren and said: "Chief Zheng, go take a look."

"Speak slowly, what's wrong?"

"A 62-year-old female patient has had intermittent tinnitus and headaches for twenty-two years. I gave her a cranial CT, which showed no abnormality. I think it's neurogenic headache, suggested she see neurology, but she started crying in my consultation room."

The internal medicine female doctor is about forty years old; Zheng Ren could tell from her meaning that she likely diagnosed the patient as hysteria—symptoms imagined out of thin air.

Except the female doctor didn't say it so directly.

The Emergency Department truly has a lot of messy affairs; Zheng Ren also felt helpless, and followed the female doctor to the internal medicine consultation room.

A woman with a gaunt face sat on the ground, her clothes looking quite expensive.

The people beside her behaved properly; they were not intentionally causing trouble, but rather the patient had lost confidence in life, leading to a mental breakdown.

Zheng Ren carefully observed the female patient; the words that appeared in the upper right of his field of vision made him laugh and cry at once.

"Auntie, could you please get up first?" Zheng Ren said gently.

The female patient leaned against the wall, silently weeping, her gaze vacant.

The male family member beside her, about forty years old, wore a guilty expression and said: "Doctor, sorry, I also don't know what's wrong with my mother. Over the years I've taken her to hospitals in Di Du and Modu, but no clear diagnosis has been made."

"Oh, the diagnosis is quite clear, the treatment is also relatively simple, let's go outside to talk." Zheng Ren smiled faintly, warm and gentle, giving people a feeling they could trust.

The middle-aged man persuaded the female patient in a low voice a few sentences, then barely managed to pull her up from the ground, supporting her as they walked to the hard plastic bench outside the emergency room and sat down.

At this time, it is precisely the busiest moment for the Emergency Department, with many people inside and outside queuing to see a doctor.

The female patient's desperate soft sobs made some people feel heartbroken; upon hearing Zheng Ren say he knew what was going on, some busybody took out their phone, opened a video, and secretly recorded.

"Doctor, I'm really sorry, we'll rest a moment and then leave." The middle-aged man sat on the chair; the female patient should be his mother. At this moment, he held his mother, continually comforting her.

Although he was also desperate, he still mustered courage and gave his mother a feeble comfort.

"Recently, Auntie, did you get a dental implant?" Zheng Ren asked seriously.

"Yes, half a year ago I had an implant placed for my mother." The middle-aged man didn't understand why Zheng Ren asked this question, and even less understood that he basically didn't know Zheng Ren at all—how did he know his mother had an implant?

"That's it then." Zheng Ren chuckled and said: "After getting the implant recently, you've probably started experiencing dizziness and tinnitus."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, but wasn't entirely sure either.

That implant procedure was very successful; nobody would link it to dizziness and tinnitus.

"Could it be a side effect of the implant?"

"How could that be? If there were a problem with the implant, they'd have gone to the dental department long ago. In my view, this doctor is just talking nonsense."

"Such a difficult and miscellaneous condition that even the capital and Modu can't cure—could it possibly be treated here in Hai Cheng? You're joking."

The onlookers beside them whispered among themselves.

"Let me put it this way: your mother's mouth likely still has a metal-based denture, that is, false teeth, right?" Zheng Ren said with certainty.

"……" Is this a doctor or a fortune-teller? The middle-aged man felt somewhat dazed; he just couldn't understand why Zheng Ren kept linking his mother's dizziness, tinnitus, and teeth.

Could he be a salesperson for some private medical institution, wearing a white coat and posing as a doctor to promote himself at City First Hospital?

Thinking this, the middle-aged man became somewhat angry.

"Two metals of different reactivity placed in a solution form a galvanic cell; this should be high school material." Zheng Ren said shamelessly, though in fact he had long forgotten what a galvanic cell was.

As for the reactivity series of metals, it's as incomprehensible as a heavenly script.

But the middle-aged man's expression forced him to speak plainly.

"And then?"